Straight Zulu

Siroccos blowing -n- flowing, romantic walks on the beach, beautiful love making on silk -n- satin sheets, at the Dorchester Le Meurice, no watch, Louis XIV bronze clocks, eating the breast of an owl -n- the liver of a fox, seasoned rice, fried corn -n- finn dorset lamb chops, private jet flights from Bal Harbor to Bangkok, hop on a xebec or the yacht to pick up some pure gold blocks, from Iraq, purchase thy diamonds on the Black market, from a gypsy broad that owns a little low key antique shop, b*tch smell like beef -n- broccoli, she in possession of pictures of Cleopatra before Christ, well BC, she owns this unique copy, her daughter is pigeon toed, bowlegged -n- knock kneed, she lives in Shikoku, she talks to the spirits, putting pins in dolls, for she practices voodoo, she slit a mouse in half -n- mixed his blood, piss -n- boo boo up, -n- put it on my new shoes, she said some crazy sh*t then blew, everything came off my shoes, but somehow an extra 3 inches my penis grew, straight Zulu satiated her libido, redesigned her soul, look at how she glows, air never flowed so good up her nose, straight Zulu, bowlegged, butt naked, hard as a rock, you know this pose.

Punishing all holes
Keep the p*ssy going
Insane in flames, that’s
Why her OBGYN knows
My name, Straight Zulu